The sun will fade
unlike it does every day
I'll be waiting in the shade
'cause for hell I won't stay
It's a crime against nature
to kill the light so pure
there won't be a future
of that I am sure
What is there left to do
than feast upon what's left
maybe be a little happy, too
anything more would be theft
So find me waiting in the shadows
and join me while we're here
then return to me in golden meadows
I will need you to be near.
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Old Words
PoetryA collection (and selection) of my old poetry. If you want to read some of my more recent work, check out The Magic Of Poetry, An Abundance Of Haiku or Bright.
